You have the right not to speak.

Maybe he has been talking too much recently, so the head of the family, Chen Qing Ling, spoke with difficulty, his voice was so hoarse that it seemed as if it had been honed by sandpaper.

"It doesn't really matter which factory he goes to. You can let Biner choose. After all, he only needs to go there one day a week, and his working hours are the same as other workers, which is only eight hours. Well... But it would be best if he could serve as a small leader in the workshop."

His eyes revealed a hint of determination and expectation, as if he had special expectations for Biner. Perhaps he hoped to use this opportunity to train Biner's leadership ability, or he wanted him to accumulate more experience and grow quickly in his work.

In any case, the patriarch obviously has high hopes for Bin'er's future development.

: "You can also take over the leadership team, so that they can take time to eat and rest. But don't let Bin'er get tired!"

After that, Chen Qing Ling turned his gaze to the unhappy little guy who was pursing his lips. He added: "Hua'er, you are a single dog, don't feel tired. Study more, and you will be grateful to yourself for loving to study today in the future."

Haihua rolled his eyes helplessly, then said, "Yes, grandpa." His tone was a little perfunctory, but there was still a smile on his face.

Then, he added: "I am a single guy, I will definitely try my best to complete the task. Anyway, I don't have anything to do, so this is a good way to kill time."

Haihua is such a good liar! He was muttering to himself as he spoke. At this moment, the second sister and the eldest brother were shaking their shoulders and laughing secretly. Seeing this, Haihua was very dissatisfied, so he muttered to himself again.

"If you want to laugh, just laugh. Why hold it in? If you hold it in to death, I don't have the money to save you!"

However, the elders seemed to have not heard anything and still sat there expressionlessly, not seeming to care about Haihua's words. Perhaps they were already used to Haihua's mischief.

Fortunately, my uncle Chen Di and my third brother Wenbin are back. My uncle is still wearing the same black outfit that has not changed for thousands of years. The black clothes seem to be welded to him, which is quite suitable for him with cold white skin, dark face, deep eyes that are disturbing, flowing middle-parted hair, and a cool and handsome guy.

Chen Wenbin changed into a dark green cotton short-sleeved T-shirt with white cloud and wave patterns printed on the front and back. As soon as he came in, he realized that he was wearing the same clothes as Haihua.

Haihua was wearing a white sports suit today. Maybe he was still a teenager and couldn't accept the restraint of a belt. He really liked wearing sports suits.

Wenbin was holding a pair of brand new pants that had not been opened yet, with a sly smile on his face. He lowered his voice and whispered into Haihua's ear: "Hey, uncle said that we should go pick out gifts after the meeting!"

When Haihua heard this, he couldn't help but feel a surge of anticipation in his heart, but on the surface he remained calm and responded with a smile: "Oh? That's great!"

Then, Wenbin continued excitedly: "Look, this set is specially matched with green shorts! I know you like running, so I specially chose this set, and the sports shorts are for you!" As he spoke, he handed the pants in his hand to Haihua, with excitement flashing in his eyes.

After becoming the young master of the house, Haihua felt deeply that his pitiful little treasury might not be able to be saved after only three days! He had just taken office and was already facing a serious financial crisis. This made Haihua feel as if the pressure was as huge as a mountain!

However, when he saw the brand new pair of trousers, the not-so-picky little chef was still very happy. He expressed his gratitude to the third brother without hesitation, and then happily accepted it.

Look at Chen Wenbin again, he is wearing a green T-shirt and blue jeans, this combination is really hard to accept. If it were Haihua, he would definitely choose a white or black T-shirt. However, although he didn't agree with it in his heart, he still said insincerely: "Green is really popular this year, San Ge looks very energetic in this outfit!"

It is better to teach a man to fish than to give him a fish. It is better to teach a man to desire than to give him a fish.

It’s not tiring to give more free nice words. The elders are also happy to see the little ones united and friendly. Nothing is better than a harmonious family.

Chen Wenbin listened to the nice words and sat back in his seat happily.

The head of the family, Chen Qingling, had already written three lines of words on the blackboard with chalk: 1. Thread factory. 2. Antique shop. 3. Aiqun Hotel.

Grandpa picked up the teacup and took a few sips of tea. His originally relaxed expression suddenly became solemn. He put down the cup, looked around at the people sitting around him, and slowly said,

"Time flies so fast. October is coming again. Our two factories will also usher in the off-season. Let me tell you a little news. At present, only the uniform factory can still make a little profit. Other projects are losing money. So I called everyone here to hold this meeting today just to ask you, have you found any new projects that can be done by our two factories?"

: "From now on, you all have to be more careful and pay attention to market dynamics."

After saying this, Grandpa's eyes stayed on everyone, as if expecting them to give satisfactory answers.

He looked at the dazed young man in green, Chen Wenbin, and said, "Bin'er, you've been studying design recently. Have you received any big news that's very promising?"

Chen Wenbin retracted his gaze: "Grandpa, not yet, but I will try to pay more attention."

Grandpa Chen Qing Ling asked curiously: "What were you looking at so intently just now?"

Chen Wenbin pointed to a floor-to-ceiling square picture frame by the window and read: "A straight line is the shortest distance."

: "This calligraphy is so well written. My family and grandma are both engaged in the production of line products. It is so meaningful and should not be left to gather dust on the ground. Grandpa, can you give me this calligraphy?"

On the right side of the conference room, near the window, stands a large, elegantly decorated bookshelf filled with various color sample cards and fabric sample exhibits. There are also curtain color swatches and denim color card display boards, all of which show the former glory.

On the flower stand next to it, there is a plate of weeping crabapple flowers, with clusters of flowers and a faint floral fragrance.

Haihua walked over carefully, then gently picked up the calligraphy and painting, and looked at it carefully: "I guess this calligraphy and painting was accidentally forgotten to be put back when Zhu Bo moved the crabapple flowers."

He suddenly shouted in surprise: "Hey, the signature on the seal is actually Chen Guicai?"

Uncle Chen Di at the side smiled and replied: "That was written by your third uncle. Maybe the nail is broken, so it is temporarily placed on the ground."